Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Girl

Smoked up
Looked outside the window
All i saw
Was the unfrequented world
It was a lonesome day
I saw the pretty girl
Adorable she was
She was soft like a doll
She was sad
And i dont know why
Something she lost
And its the time going by
but when she looks
She'll smile
I felt the pain
And some joy
i feel that unknown
Still running through my veins
She walks alone
in her own secret land
Where shes alive.
She means life.
She shines like a star
And that name she has
She belongs to the moon
She spins her dreams
and forgets them tOo soon
Shes brave
And scared like a child
She can turn stones to gold
Her magic that never grows old
The perfect woman
the perfect girl
she is
Try to know
but she'll never say
where did she go
when she goes away
I tried to see
Into her eyes
couldnt find her soul
she's hiding it from the heat
of the burning cold.